As a child? It’s more accurate when it’s not yet born from the mother’s womb!
Qing Muchen was actually referring to Xixi's ID photo. Although there was a gap between the ID photo and the person, at least he had a rough outline of the person in his head.
However, what he replied to An Xin was, "Is Miss An taking too much care?"
It was very disrespectful, and the relationship between the two was very clear.
An Xin was startled for a moment. After coming back to his senses, his face seemed a little embarrassed.
"Mu Chen, I just care about you."
Qing Muchen didn't seem to appreciate it, and said directly to the other party, "No need!"
He stood up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by An Xin, "Where are you going? I'll accompany you!"
Qing Muchen didn't know whether he didn't take her seriously at all or whether he was always open to women following her and didn't stop her.
The two of them got off their chairs one after another, and then walked out of the banquet hall.
Xixi was originally not very interested in Qing Muchen's affairs, but during working hours later, she was a little absent-minded.
In my head, the words of the two maids this afternoon are still echoing.
Qing Muchen is going to Sicily tomorrow.
As long as he leaves and the Mo family accepts the betrothal, the marriage between the two families will basically be a certainty.
We can't let him succeed!
Looking in the direction Qing Muchen left, Xixi's hand casually stirred the straw of the wine glass. She silently thought for a while. After a few seconds, she didn't know what she thought of. She suddenly turned around and held the tray as if nothing had happened. Go in the direction where Qing Muchen left.
Qing Muchen and An Xin said that they were heading towards the lounge. Xixi walked from room to room carrying a tray. When passing one of them, she couldn't help but stop.
At this time, almost all the servants and guests were in the hall, and there was no one in the corridor.
It was so quiet that if there was any movement in the lounge, it could be heard outside.
An Xin was talking, calling Qing Muchen's name very intimately, "Mu Chen, why does it have to be Mo Xi'er? Can't I? The An family is also very powerful, why do you want to marry someone who has nothing to do with you? The intersection of women?”
She didn't seem to have much tolerance for alcohol. After drinking some wine, her head started to get drunk.
The lights in the room were dim, the hazy halo was not as cold as incandescent lights, and the atmosphere was somewhat sultry.
Her body had almost fallen into Qing Muchen's arms, her "turbulent" breasts rubbing against his, and her fingertips painted with bright red nail polish slowly wandered across his strong chest, as if trying to remove the clothes from his Poke in.
Xixi stood outside the room, peering inside through the small crack in the door.
Looking at Qing Muchen, who seemed to have no objection, the corners of her lips suddenly raised. Then, she fumbled for her mobile phone, silenced it, and focused the camera directly on the two people tightly stuck together in the room.
The shutter clicked silently, and a series of photos took shape in her phone.
The lights in the room were slightly dim, but in the photos taken, Qing Muchen's outline could still be clearly seen.
She took a lot of photos, almost every one of them had their bodies touching each other, and there were many of them teasing him with peace of mind.
Xixi's movement was very slight, so slight that even someone as alert as Qing Muchen didn't notice it.
Carefully putting away her cell phone, Xixi took the tray and left the scene quietly.
An Xin was still lying on Qing Muchen, who smelled heavily of alcohol and perfume.